He opened the booth door, walked in and got on his knees come on, in here. It safe and I followed him into the booth and locked the door. My heart was...pounding, I was nervous, and to make it even worst my dick was completely soft. Don’t worry, relax, no embarrass. Let me see it come on. I walked up to him and his face is eye level to my pant’s zipper. I unbuckled my jeans and pulled down the zipper with my right hand thumb I pulled the waistband of my jockey’s down, allowing my penis and sack. He awoke with a splitting headache. He had taken the subway and was walking down Broadway when a sudden, excruciating pain flashed across his mind. He yelled and almost immediately blacked out.On awakening, he could discern movement, but he found himself in a darkened room, surrounded by tubes.“Waa,” was all he could say. He was on a ventilator that was preventing him from speaking. Something very bad had happened, he knew enough about medicine to know ventilators are for serious issues.“Oh. I was too far away to see details, but I knew what the pink was...her pussy. She hung up the remaining few, and I went back to the front door like I was just coming inside. We both said "Hi" and I went to the bathroom, locked the door and masturbated, squirt my load into the sink.Mom's pussy was the source of inspiration for many Summers, and I hoped to catch glimpses of her in the house as well. So I was vigilant when in the house. I always turned to get a peek if she was bending over. I never. After thinking about it, the thought of being his sex slave kind of turned me on. I decided I was willing to be his exclusive sex toy if he was willing to pay. I met him a few days later on the trail and we walked together. I told him if he would give me $100 for a blowjob, or $200 for a blowjob and a fuck, I would be willing to be his concubine. He readily agreed and we began an almost three-year relationship of regular sexual rendezvous. We experimented with many different kinds of sexual.